The Shadow shifts to the edge of the sofa to take his tea, stirring it gently before settling back with it. Shoulder supported by the cushions, long legs stretched out beneath the table, he finds himself relaxing in a manner he hasn't since before his lung collapsed. "I could just say 'Report', but I'm not sure it's my place to demand to be filled in on what's been going on since you left the Clinics..."

Blue eyes fix on hers, intense, but very mildly bemused. He is not demanding the information, but he fully expects to get it anyway.